Emily Dickinson - For this — accepted Breath lyrics

195 For this — accepted Breath Through it — compete with d**h The fellow cannot touch this Crown By it — my title take Ah, what a royal sake To my necessity — stooped down! No Wilderness — can be Where this attendeth me No Desert Noon No fear of frost to come Haunt the perennial bloom But Certain June! Get Gabriel — to tell — the royal syllable Get Saints — with new — unsteady tongue To say what trance below Most like their glory show Fittest the Crown!